Mr. Fu Was Manipulated By The Stand-In Again

Qi Xi has been frail and sick since he was a child, and he is not very smart on top of that. Apart from a good-looking face, it is difficult to find any advantages. Finally, on his 20th birthday, his stepmother kicked him out of the house.

Poor little Qi Xi was on the roadside with his bedroll and an old cat. A luxury car suddenly stopped in front of him, and a handsome and fierce man got out.

He held the cat and pulled the man: Can you take me home? I’m lost.

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Fu Yanchuan has a first love. He left him for his dream and remained single until he met a young man on the roadside who looked very much like his first love back then.

The young man seemed to be in a bad state of mind. He was temporarily obsessed with his thoughts.

Fu Yanchuan: Be my substitute and I will take you home.

Qi Xi: Then will you take care of me when I’m sick, comfort me when I’m sad, and give my cat the same care that you’ll give me until I die?

Fu Yanchuan: …Yes.

Qi Xi: Okay, when will the contract be signed?

Fu Yanchuan:…….

On the first night as a stand-in, Qi Xi took the initiative to get into Fu Yanchuan’s bed: This is what a stand-in should do. Isn’t this what should I do?

However, Fu Yanchuan only kissed him, and he blushed and gasped.

Qi Xi: This is what happens when I get nervous. Send me to the hospital quickly, otherwise your substitute will be gone.

After working as a stand-in for a month, Qi Xi failed his exam: Why is it so difficult? Can you teach me? Otherwise your stand-in will be bald.

After being a stand-in for a year, Qi Xi lay in Fu Yanchuan’s arms: Being your stand-in is so tiring. My mouth hurts, my throat hurts, and my waist hurts. If you don’t rub your stand-in, he will die of exhaustion.

In the second year of being a substitute, the first love came back, and his friend asked Fu Yanchuan: When will you dump Qi Xi and pursue your first love back?

Fu Yanchuan jumped up while exclaiming: Do you know how much I paid to raise him? He had to be fed when eating and coaxed when sleeping. He was injured every three days and sick every five days. I even had to watch him when we are sleeping, fearing that he would run out of energy! I’m afraid he will break when I hold him in my hand! Dump him? I’m afraid no one would want this life! …What did you just say about white moonlight? Huh? What do you mean my white moonlight?